“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.” ~Mark Twain
Photo by me.
An old photo of my cat taken circa 2007. Today, our family should have been celebrating his 5th year with us had he not gone missing some 14 months ago. I miss those days when I’d wake up in the morning hearing my dad scolding him for jumping up the bed and lying down beside me. I miss those days when I’d come home from school, call his name and let him lie down on my lap so I could scratch his stomach until my parents get mad. I miss those days when I’d chase other cats with a broomstick so they could not bully him. I miss those days when we’d ask waiters at the restos where we ate to wrap leftovers so you he can make himself fatter than he already is. I miss those days when we would hunt for food inside the fridge because he’s already meowing outside the door, waiting for his food. I miss those days when we would open cans of sardines for his dinner because he’s spoiled like that. I miss those days when I get to piss him off by putting feathers on his face. I miss those days when he’d watch Criminal Minds with me like he actually understands it. I miss those days when we’d ask him to go outside and he’d lie down on the floor and pretend to be asleep. I miss those days when he’d bump his nose on some furniture and have a sneezing spree inside the house. I miss those days when the neighbors would say how handsome he is. We’ve had dogs, doves and fish for pets but you were the best. I miss you, Meng!
